How Many Shatter Me Books Are There Novels & Stories

Just because of cinnamon roll we fight and I was thrill to see her honestly but I have to control myself She was the one who left me, left me without any trace any letter any signs~ she just left and then after 3 years she came back. Came back again and this happen "I'm falling for you again Deandra Rose and you just make me fall for you more and you do make the same mistake twice.. By making me falling in love with you again."

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And again. And I took every bit of it. "Count," he growled, voice rough against the back of my neck. My lips parted. "One," I whispered. Another slap. "Two.. Each one landed with precise, punishing intent. My skin burned in the most addictive way, my body trembling, not from fear but from the pleasure that shot up my spine every time his hand met flesh. "Three...

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

~ Liana ~ The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside. With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.

I even squealed because he bit it a bit hard. "O-Ouch," I complained and slapped his hard chest. I held my nose and looked at him with a glare. He just smirked and went back to eating. I just continued eating, too, even though I occasionally glanced at him. After we ate, I just watched TV. My body also hurts, so I can't move much. This is all Luca's fault. He's a beast... an insatiable beast. "You have a lot of books. I think you have more books than clothes," Luca said while roaming his eyes around my bookshelf. I also have a bookshelf in my room... What he said is true; I have more books than clothes.

The Devil You Know I spent the night in a cheap motel on the edge of the city, counting water stains on the ceiling and trying not to think about Richard's hand on my throat. Trying. Failing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—both versions. The Richard from five years in the future, choking the life out of me with cold efficiency. And this Richard, younger but no less dangerous, who looked at me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve by breaking me into pieces.